A/N: Today can go suck a lemon. So I wrote one. Note: I have made both of our characters legal consenting age, and they are less than a year apart from each other. Enjoy.

Vine

The sunlight falls softly through the treetops, glancing off the melting snow, gracing her eyes with vibrancy. I fall into the madness, let it take me in earnest. My lies lull me to complacency. An excellent liar I am, when threatened.

"Do you love me, Luna? Do you want me? Will you choose me?"

"Every day. Each and every moment, but not forever. Not you alone."

We'll see about that. My lies tell me I can take her; I can own her; she will be mine alone, forever. If only I apply myself correctly, I can stall this moment for eternity. It's a lullaby for the weak of heart and soft of mind.

I release her legs and my robes in one, allowing them all to land silently at my feet. She pulls at my shirttail, grips at my waistband, implores me to be free once again. I oblige. Her skin is nothing if not divine; soft as the skies, bright as the moon. But her eyes, they stall me every time. They write my name in the stars within them as she looks at me with unrepentant need. I make a wish on every one of them that I'll fill her every vacant desire.

I've given up all musings of taking her roughly; I don't wish to have her bleed for me. Not for me. I'm taken back to my first experience, and while thoroughly pleasurable for a wretch such as me, I wouldn't wish the same for a being so undefiled. At least for her, it's only my touch to bring her to tatters. Theo and Pansy traded me for hours into the morning light until I longed for a vat of ice and craved the darkness to overtake me.

No, I want her to reach for the sun, soar to the light, melt like Icarus in his folly. I want her to see me in her dreams while she sleeps. I cast a spell, a slow sort of vanishment, revealing each delicate feature one at a time. It starts with her shoulders, and I kiss her there, along all the places I know she enjoys. I know them because I am their conquerer. I am the designer of her undoing. Her collar is bared for me - lines that write a story of hunger and deprivation, starvation and longing. I take the pain on my tongue. What's hers is mine - trials and torment; escapes by fire. I swallow it all, feeling the burn in my throat. I relish the life in my veins.

Next, her breasts, supple and warm, burning red and glistening from my affections. Each one fits perfectly in my palm. This is where they belong, at home beneath my touch. The taut muscle of her stomach gives way to an elegant valley in the centre; the rift that cradles my tongue just so. I know this route by heart. She shivers as I guide myself along the path I have carved, not from the cold, but anticipation.

She grasps my hand in her delicate fingers, guiding me to my cloak on the ground. Not yet, my angel. Too soon. The snow melts beneath my knees as I bow in worship, each hand steadying her quaking thighs. I kiss every stretch of skin between them, circling, circling, spiraling into a place neither of us has dared to tread until this moment. I take my first drink of her, and it's the nectar of the gods. It's honeysuckle on a summer evening; unmatched in the wild sweetness. She's amber and vanilla, smoke and rare honey. I let her fill my lungs. Her hands tangle in my hair, as they've done so many nights before, but this time the pain is pure bliss when she calls for me.

"Draco, please…"

A whispered request, a wish on a fallen star.

I grant her desires with the caress of my lips. I dip into her as a vagrant quests for water. My tongue is held tightly inside her, blissfully swept away in a river of my own creation. In our world, I am the bringer of rains, flooding her channel underneath my ministrations. It will water the soil to bring in my harvest. Now bloom for me, my darling.

I dip one digit inside her, the same that would hold my signet ring if she hadn't so graciously delivered me from my bondage. Since I am free, she is too. There will be no dark Malfoy crest to ensnare my lover's skin. She clenches around me as I suckle softly on the aches of her desire. Let me turn the pain into glory, my love. I slide my middle finger up, up until I can stroke down every drop of her dew to sate my thirst. My flower is blooming, her petals spreading in lust for the sun.

She sings for me, the song of a phoenix rising from the fire, the song of a caged bird flying on the back of the wind

"Please, Draco, please…"

Not one to ignore the serenade of a siren, I grant her plea in one swift breath, her stronghold crumbling to ashes in my presence.

Now, she'll be mine for eternity. If we ever part, if ever she chooses another, my visage will be etched into every wave of remembrance.

I take her trembling hand, pulling her atop me on my cloak. My skin blushes pink against the white snow, but she remains perfectly pearlescent. Only the flush of her cheeks and pertness of her breasts tell any tales of my conquest. Not for long.

Slowly, I grasp her hips, lowering her onto me with a careful languidity. She responds with the music of heaven, the harp of Morgana herself. I could get lost in the sounds of the fae until I perish in their midst. Lower, lower I bring her until she drowns me in her depths. I touch the base of her spine, the entrance to her heart. This path belongs to me alone, for I am its creator.

The portrait of her face is indescribably sublime as we are joined. Not a trace of pain mars her angelic features as she absorbs me completely. There's no returning to her and I, for wherever we go, we forever go as one. Her cherry lips lift just a hairsbreadth before getting lost in her mouth. She moves for me.

My occluding room vanishes into dust. There's nothing left to hide as she caresses my darkest secrets, holds fast my lingering insecurities. Every cold memory is relieved in her warmth; every long-lasting pain destroyed in her healing embrace. I stroke her hips, moulding her body to mine. She is the clay, and I am the caster. She will be tailored as the finest robes to my form. No one will feel her this way. This touch, the specific way she yields to my contours, it is reserved for my sentiments alone.

She falls fast into my arms, taking my neck in her mouth like the finest sweet delicacy. She moans as she dances over me, weaves our tapestry even as she unravels my resolve.

"Draco, I love you." she breathes in my ear

Zeus himself couldn't conduct such a fine symphony.

"I know you do, Luna"

I've never made a more honest statement in all my days.

I push deep into her cavern as she calls for me over and over again. That's right, love, remember who brought you this far. Tell the world who shaped you this way.

"Come for me, lovely" I command between shallow breaths

I want the sun to explode in the presence of the moon, I desire for nothing but the night and day to blend until the world stops revolving around us.

"I'm so close, Draco"

The one word does it. My name from her lips sends me careening into the sun, cooled by the steadying honesty of the moon. I fill her with my seed as she breathes out my name into the fading daylight. Her walls clench around me as footsteps intrude in the distance. I can't be bothered to note the mess of black ink that hails from beyond the trees. I only have one thought, merely a single hope to entertain in my elation.

'Remember me my darling. Remember who caters to your wishes.'

xoXOXox

A/N:

Vine

Wait, P.S., It was really difficult getting into a possessive mindset with Draco. Thank you Claw, Snow, and Dash for giving me insight into the perspective.

Shameless self promotion: If you want happier, lighter lemons, head on over to Many Magics, where you can take your pick of Slytherin pairings. I'm not primarily a romance writer, but as each of the characters looks for belonging and acceptance in their human condition, it's bound to happen.

Vine